Deadheading salvia, celebrating a due date, and ‘no pica’ quesadilas
Last night we had yet another windy rain storm so wild, I reached for my husband’s hand across the bed. I literally thought the window was going to blow open. Funny how that seems, when in the refreshing morning, I peeked out the window to my kitchen garden only to see my teeny tiny seedling pots still sitting just as delicately on my potting table as ever before. How?
The day was so fresh, and while waiting on the milker to come in from the barn with the fresh milk, I quickly grabbed my shears and started deadheading multiple salvia (meadow sage) bushes around the yard. I’ve never done this before and the best of serious tasks are always done spur-of-the-moment don’t you know? The goal is a second flush of blooms in a few weeks.
After a busy morning starting two different types of sourdough (I’m so excited about the hamburger bun dough I tried), I headed over to my youngest daughters’ house to celebrate her due date (first babe for her), by cleaning her house with my Mom and my eldest grand son (her nephew). After a thorough dusting, floor scrubbing, and furniture refreshing session, we enjoyed some time outside in the beautiful weather. I had brought sourdough chocolate chip cookies and they were a big hit for he and his Tia.
Heading home afterwards, I noticed the slough was nearly spilling over from the rain we’ve had. It had white capped waves on it, which made me dream about Lake Tahoe, a lake we frequented often when living in California. My life is far different here now, and very much home to me, but one day I hope to insert myself back at that lake!
I often cook for the residents whom live at a non profit/ministry home wherein my husband is Director. Tonight’s menu item was quesidillas which is always a hit. My grandson loves them as well but was concerned if they were ‘pica’ before trying. I encouraged him that they would be ok and, after trying, he confirmed that they were ‘no pica’ and was satisfied. He ate a great amount, played with his truck, and even visited the berry patch on his way back home to his parents. This kid lives a wonderful hybrid life of town and country.
Reminder for tomorrow: tie up sweet peas – they’re spilling over. Also, harvest more yarrow to dry for floral arrangements and apothecary. Sweet peas overwhelm me in summer time with their intoxicating smell. I live for it each season. The yarrow is so gorgeous right now, I can see it from my kitchen window. I can’t get enough. Until then…
I hope you enjoyed this entry – let me know if walking through the garden in the morning, is your jam as well, or perhaps you are already at the lake. Summertime calls.
